April 2nd 2022

  6:12am

  The moment sunlight started creeping in through the windows, I opened the front door and immediately closed it.

  It’s red outside and it hurts.

  9am

  WHY IS IT STILL RED?

  11am-ish

  I had a good chat with my friend while I served up some mean shish kabob, using some garlic and red pepper fkes. I’m an aspiring chef today.

  He’s right though, the outside is looking pretty fucko’d. I’m gd we got enough food here because going out is not possible like this, at all.

  I mean, first of all, it’s red. I don’t know what it is but, it’s like a rain-mist? But it’s red? And it hurts like hell! Worse than before.

  The st time it rained a week ago, it was whatever. It stung, sure, but totally manageable. But this? No, no. No. This is battery acid rain.

  Sky, who hurt you?! Who is that bitch? Just kill her and stop taking it out on the rest of us!

  Yeah, I did stick my hand out. No, I’m not fine. My hand has like, a nasty rash on it. I think my skin is peeling.

  In my defense, I didn’t know that rain can now give you sunburns. My mistake, silly me.

  My friend tells me that the storm will pass and he’s right. They always do. I’ll take his advice and just sit my ass inside and not collect enough injuries to become a burn ward patient.

  3:50pm

  It’s bloody outside.

  The rain on the windows is red and it leaves behind faint little stains, like greasy, watery spaghetti sauce.

  In the streets, I can spot a handful of mumblies standing in pce. Limping, stumbling around like newborn fawns figuring out how to boot up legs.exe.

  I heard one of them ughing. A mumbly passed through the backyard. I kept an eye on him because the st thing I need is someone knocking over all my gnomes and fmingos.

  But no, he walked on by and didn’t even notice me watching him. He started chuckling with a generic “haha”, on repeat.

  I’m not too sure what he found so hirious out there. Maybe he was mocking me? Like, ha-ha, I can go outside and you can’t? Rude if true. I don’t know him, how dare he judge me for having delicate, moisturized skin.

  7pm

  I think the rain stopped.

  It’s too te to go outside, I don’t like being in the dark and quiet. It’s too loud. The mumblies talk more during night time.

  I spent some quality time with myself in the bathroom for now. My mask looks fabulous, I decorated it with pink and red cherry blossoms, and some thick eyeliner. It’s adorable. We love arts and crafts in this household.

  The best part is, this mask covers my face from the nose up. You can’t see the ugly scar across my eye and half my face. And I will NOT be caught dead wearing an eye patch. You won't catch me singing any post-apocalyptic sea-shanties, matey!

  While I was at it, I gave myself a trim. Just the edges, they were getting all frizzy and gross. All the stains and burnt tips thanks to rain didn’t make it any better.

  I almost feel bad for the mumblies.

  I get to sit by the window and watch from the comfort of my armchair, while they wander about aimlessly in the streets with shredded tissue paper for skin.

  Now that I think about it, if they all start melting in the rain, that’s just more of a mess for me to clean up ter.

  Yeah, cause I totally want to spend my afternoons sweeping away flesh sludge off my walk-way.